Chapter 2 Please

Jayden As I stood there, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful Allison looked, despite the dull hospital gown she was wearing. Her eyes sparkled as she quickly withdrew her hand from my face, and I raised an eyebrow. "Hey?" I whispered, my voice smooth and calm. She looked up at me, her expression guarded. "Jayden, what are you doing here?" "Why? Weren't you expecting me?" I scoffed. "I thought your mother told you." She looked away, showing signs of ignorance. "No," she replied coldly. "I was asked to visit you," I shrugged. "I just got back, and I thought I'd drop by to see how you're doing." Allison sat up straight, attempting to compose herself. "Well, I'm glad to see you, Jayden." "Yeah, me too," I nodded. "Heard about what happened. Glad you're doing okay now." "Yeah, thanks," she muttered. I let my eyes roam over her, taking in the changes eight years had brought. "Wow, it's been eight years, I guess?" I said, my voice low and husky. "You've grown up quite nicely." Allison's cheeks flushed, and she looked away. I couldn't help but notice how the hospital gown accentuated her curves. "Even the huge hospital gown can't hide that," I said, my voice dripping with innuendo as I stared at her chest. Her eyes snapped back to mine, and I could see how embarrassed and annoyed she looked. "I think you should leave now, Jayden. You've seen me already. Also, I want to rest." "Oh, come on," I chuckled, shaking my head. "You've been sleeping since I got here. Besides, I don't want to go home just yet. Mind if I stay for a few minutes?" Allison shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Do what you wish." I walked over to the chair beside Allison's bed and sat down, pulling out my phone to distract myself. Allison returned to her bed, lying down and facing away from me. As I scrolled through my phone, I checked my Instagram and my eyes landed on my ex-girlfriend's recent post, and my heart sank. She had posted another picture with her so-called new man, and they were smiling and laughing together. I felt a surge of anger run through me. Was she really going to do this? One of the few reasons I decided to leave Spain was because of her. I just couldn't handle the pain of her not being with me anymore. I had been in love and obsessed with her, and when I found out she had been cheating on me, it destroyed me. I confronted her, and she didn't even have the decency to be ashamed. She told me she wasn't interested in our relationship anymore, and that was it. Looking at the pictures now brought back all the anger and hurt. I blocked her immediately and left the annoying app, breathing furiously. I needed to distract myself, to do something to take my mind off these thoughts of her or I might just hurt myself even more. That was when I remembered my boredom breaker, and of course, my mind soother… I went to the videos I'd saved of the OnlyFans creator I'd been following for a long time, and then, my eyes landed on my favorite video - a steamy clip of this woman with her usual golden brown curly hair, and her face hidden behind a burning red bunny mask. In the video, she was having this hard sex with a guy, and the sounds they made were loud and intense. My best came, and that was her being slammed from behind. As I watched the video, I didn't notice Allison stirring beside me. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked, her voice low and disapproving. I looked up to see her face contorted in a look of irritation and her eyes blazing with annoyance. Her face also looked flushed with embarrassment. She felt like she could snap my phone out of my hand and throw it out the open window. "If you really want to watch that, you should leave. Besides, this is a hospital, for crying out loud. The walls are thin, and people are here to recover, not to listen to...that." I couldn't help but smile, enjoying the fact that I had gotten under her skin. Ignoring Allison's protests, I continued watching videos of this favorite OnlyFans creator of mine, but as I scrolled through her page, I realized she hadn't posted anything new in over a few months. "Hmm. What happened?" I sighed. "I really miss her. No hiatus message or anything." I let out a deep sigh and went back to watching her old videos which kind of intrigued me. "Gosh, her waist is such a killer," I whispered, my eyes crinkling as I smiled. Allison's anger boiled over, and she stood up, her eyes blazing. "I have had enough. You should really leave now, Jayden. People might think something is happening here." I stood up, my eyes locked on hers, also facing her. She took down a heavy gulp and took a step back, her eyes fluttering with unease. "Then, how about we make them really think that something is really going on here?" I smirked, my voice low and husky. "What the hell are you saying? Have you gone crazy?" she yelled, furiously. I cupped Allison's face, my lips inches from hers, but she pushed me away, her eyes flashing with anger and her chest raising and falling as she was breathing really fast. "We just met after eight years," she said, her voice firm. "Besides, I'm your sister." I smirked. "Step-sister," I corrected. Her face twisted in disgust. "Should I just call the nurse to push you out from here? I'm tired of you." "Wait," I chuckled. "By the way, why do we keep hiding the fact that we've met before now. What is with the 'we just met' or have you really forgotten?" "What?" she glared. "We actually did this the last time we saw each other... we actually had sex," I emphasized, my voice low. Allison's eyes widened, and she quickly covered my mouth with her hand, her eyes darting around the room as if she feared being overheard. It was actually January, nine months ago, and I had flown in from Spain to finalize my transfer to Boston College. I came to do everything discreetly but coincidentally, I had run into Allison at school, and she had no idea what I was doing there. "I'm not here for family," I had told her, trying to sound nonchalant. "I just need to take care of a few things. Please keep this from the others." She asked no questions. We had ended up grabbing a few drinks, and one thing had led to another and we fucked that day at my hotel. The sex had been intense, passionate, and unforgettable. It was also something we wanted buried forever but now… I couldn't. Not with her standing in front of me with those eyes. I felt my dick jiggle just by remembering that day and how well she has performed on it, making sure I enjoyed it to the last bit. Who would have thought this cute-looking, innocent girl could be a wild slut indoors. Well, they say, do not judge a book by its cover. "You'd better keep your voice low," she whispered, shakily. "And… And that day was just a mistake. A big mistake which I regret till this day. I'm certain you regret it too." I removed her hand from my mouth, a sly grin spreading across my face. "That was not a mistake," I said, my voice low and husky. "The thing is, you failed to resist me." "What?" she scoffed. I leaned closer, my face inches from Allison's before whispering, "How about we do this just once? I'm horny as fuck." "That's not my fault, you should handle that yourself!" she spat. "Nobody asked you to watch porn." "It's not porn," I corrected quickly. "It's just… You don't even need to know." "Whatever, It's not my business. Please just leave already," she sighed. "Alli," I said softly. "Please…" "If you're that horny, you should go out there and get yourself a prostitute or something. I think there's a motel downtown." I smirked, undeterred. "How about I go tell our parents that we've already crossed that sibling boundary by having sex. Should I tell them how good you fucked and sucked me, even begging me for more?" "Are you crazy!" she yelled, veins popping at the sides of her neck. "What?" I yelled back. "Maybe, that would even be better for me. Who knows? They could divorce right away." Allison sighed deeply, her eyes flashing with frustration. "Jayden..." I walked up to her, holding her hand. "Just this once. This is the last time. I promise. We can go back to being… brother and sister again." Silence. "Look at how bad I'm begging you, Allison… Please." Allison looked up at me, her eyes searching. She swallowed hard, then looked around the room, sighing deeply in frustration. "You should check if the door is locked." I smirked, walking over to the door to lock it. When I returned to Allison, I saw her sitting on the bed, her eyes fixed on me. I walked up to her, cupped her face, and leaned in to kiss her. But Allison pushed my face away, thinning her lips briefly. "Don't fucking kiss me," she said, her voice firm. "You can do this without kissing, right?"